I wonder as i wander, out under the sky, why do people I care about always have to die? Are you happy where you are, wherever that might be? I wonder as i wander, do you still think of me? Is it nice up ther in heaven? For i know you made it there. Are the clouds made out of marshmallows, do you know that i still care? I looked up at the winter sky
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one day you can sk the Big man himself that awful question...I'm sure he will hear it alot.
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